Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.